The Tale of Belief

Chapter 4

Elena always believed everything happens for a reason. That all the suffering that you endure has a purpose, you just don't always know what the purpose it.
Now she knew.
This man. This man with sparkling blue eyes hovering above her was the reason she was experiencing this pain. The mental and emotional anguish that she had been dealing with since the day her parents died. The reason that she survived on the day that she was suppose to die. And now he has saved her again, unfortunately this time she wished he hadn't.
"Suicide is never the answer" he said, making Elena jumped at the sudden sound of his voice.
"Stones on the other hand, thats new. I'm kinda impressed" Elena sat up, facing him. He was stood up, his leather jacket, reflecting in the moonlight, his eyes glued on her. "I must say, that wasn't very experimental. You could have tried something different! You know maybe a cliff? Maybe a high speed train, that would have been more fun, don't you agree? He laughed, smirking a little as his eyes traced the quarry. "Waters a little old"

Elena choked. "Excuse me?!"
"How dare you insult me! I lost my parents that way, you have no right!" she replied, her voice straining. "You have no right it joking about this. This is no-wear near funny.

His hands flew up in defence. "Just trying to make light of the situation"
"Well there is know light, or whatever reference is suitable for this situation. I think you need to leave!"

The man scoffed. "That is how your gonna treat me?" "A dear old man, who has just saved your life, not once but twice might I add, and this is the way I get repaid? I don't even get a 'thank you'.
Elena looked at him, her eyes narrowing. That was the confirmation that she needed. She had seen him before, and now she knew why.
She knew she should have been thankful to this man, but there was something about him that frightened her. It wasn't the sarcasm, even that was horrifically awful, but something else, something that she couldn't quite put her finger on.
"Firstly, I didn't asked you to save me, not then, and not now"
"Well it is kind of hard under water" He chuckled, before lowering his head. He knew she was not in the mood for this.
"And secondly, you don't deserve a 'thank you' not after all of the terrible things you just said!"
"What?... water?" He sarcastically remarked.

Elena rolled her eyes at him. She was not in the mood for this. She just wanted to forget everything that had just happened and crawl back into her bed. That was her where she felt comfortable, that was where she felt numb. Well it had been for the past 12 weeks.

"Now come on, lets start fresh" he said, offering his hand. "I'm Damon"
"And you are?" He said, his eyes pinning her down.

Elena looked down at his hand, his skin soft but somehow fragile. "I'm Elena"

"Elena, that's a nice name, a bit old fashioned but I guess so's Damon" he laughed.
"Now If I remember right, Elena defined means bright one or shining light" he looked at her "are you a bright one?"

Elena starting to feel uneasy. His expression had suddenly change, and she was no longer looking at a familiar face but a stranger who's appearance and posture suddenly alerted her.

"I don't know what that's suppose to mean, but if you mean academically then, no"
Damon tilted his head slightly, taking her  presence in. Her clothes had started to cling  to her body, her red top grasping to her breasts as she started to shiver and move anxiously from one side to another.

Her jeans were dripped like raindrops as they fell from a tree. It was soothing in a way, watching the droplets trickle down from her hair onto her arm, before getting absorbed into the fabric.

Despite all of this, he saw her for what she was.
A victim.

Now this may have sounded sinister but the truth was, he was intrigued by this girl. A child, so desperate to end her life, that she would do anything to achieve it. He wasn't lying earlier when he said he was impressed by the stones. That was a first.

"Now Elena, where do you live?"